Ilya Muromets

Inspired by the comic from tt, author: tt - simrette.
You are Phil

They were both at some kind of party, held in what looked like a club or something. Ilya was standing near the bar, leaning his back against its edge. He was holding a half-empty glass. Phil had managed to drink quite a bit during the party and, in his drunken state, decided to approach Ilya. He approached him, looming over him, placing both arms around him, forcing him to press against the bar.

• Hey, Muromov, is this your first time trying beer foam?

Phil said with a slight smirk. After these words, Phil made a couple more similar remarks directed at Ilya. Ilya had expected him to drink, but he hadn't expected him to do such a thing. He couldn't leave him alone. So, after listening to a few more drunken remarks from Phil, he decided to take him home, seeing his friend's state. Arriving home, Phil collapsed on the couch, accompanied by a buzzing in his head and a sharp headache. Ilya couldn't help but tease him back.

• You're not so talkative anymore, Chernykh.

Ilya chuckled, looking at Phil, sprawled on the couch with his hand over his face. Phil's reply was a bit vague, like a swear word.